Friday, January 31, 2014

Anyone up to helping pick character names?

~Okay, I'm going to close this. :) The two most popular names were Adlar and Varo. Hovic lost out by one vote! I'm putting his name at the top of the list... in case this turns into a series, lol. Thanks, guys! Y'all were a big help. :) I think I'm going to post this on here, but not as a flash. I *may* post it once a month... it'll be longer in length that way. Problem is, that cuts down on who I can send it off to. But, on the other hand, you guys comments really help. I found that out with Harvest!

*Bangs head on keyboard*

Okay, my Muse woke me up this morning. Oh God, that hasn't happened since... Well, Harvest was the last time I dreamed up a story. For those of you around from back then, you know what that means lol.


I mean, Harvest took a year to write and ended up around 200K. I'm about to scream because I really don't have time for something this time consuming right now. And yes, I've been at this all day... just taking notes!


So, I took notes. It looks like it's M/M scifi again. Two planets at war over a resource. Heck, I'll throw some of my notes up here for ya. This isn't *all* of my notes, but it's enough to give ya an idea of the story line. I think this is going to be an enemies to lover story, which means there will be some kidnapping going on and probably dub/con sex at first. That's if the whole thing doesn't dry up on me lol. And keep in mind, this is still very early in the planning stage. Changes might, and probably will, happen lol.

~Conflict: Black Phospolrock - through phospolthesis, the rock releases a chemical compound
 that is refined and contained. It’s then sold to other plants the Draknorians have treaties with as a fuel. The Yesri has since gone to war for what they want.

 ~Planet – Draknoir.  Called Draknoirians

~The Draknoirians planet is a Nightshade planet. Meaning, they have only two hours of daylight. Rest of the time is darkness. They control access to the Phospolrock. Rich culture and educated, but violent. Has both males and females. Live below ground.

~Highly developed senses of hearing- pointed ears, but placed at the same place as human ears. 

~Specially adapted slit pupils - Their eyes can adapt to both low-level and bright day levels of illumination. Color can range a dark maze to bright golden yellow. They can see at only one sixth the light level required for the other species. 

~Pale skin. Almost have a fey look to them. They are *not* feline lol.


~Planet – Yesri.  Called Yesrians 

~ppl live above ground.

~ has a day/night cycle. 22 hours of sun. 8 hours of night. A day is 30 hours long.

~All ppl have shades various shades of blonde hair. Eye come in three colors: green or blue… There are brown eyes, but those are rare and found only in the ruling family. Look human.

~Ruler wants Phospolrock. Need it for their ecomomy. But they are also scared of the Draknoir. Rumors say they bite and drain their victims of life. Hmmm... didn't say blood.

But here's what I'm wanting - pick two names for the main characters:  

Leave the names in a comment please. :) Kinda interested in seeing what names are best liked lol. 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Welcome Alicia Nordwell - The Experiment

The Science of Making Up Science Fiction

One of the best things about science fiction is the ability to take a known and make it unknown. It’s all about taking what we know can happen, or might happen, and actually MAKE it happen. That isn’t to say we can do whatever we want as authors. There must be boundaries and rules that make sense. For me, a lot of my ideas come from what I know. Inspiration can come from anywhere when it comes to my fantasy or science fiction.

So let’s start this week off with a look at one of the basic elements to my story to make my aliens ‘alien’. In this story we only see the Caeorleians and humans, and in a lot of ways they’re not that different. Yet, they can’t see eye to eye, mostly due to the fact there is no way to share communication.

Caeorleians have a unique way to communicate. They have mouths but they don’t use them for speech. Instead, they emit a humming vibration that isn’t audible the way we hear speech. There’s no sound to ‘hear’ for humans, but those with the special shypsoid bone in their ear can sense the vibrations. Ryker, a human that’s been injected with a serum made from Seral’s Caeorleian DNA, has grown that bone along with a host of other changes. Since he’s been ‘hearing’ the vibrations when the guards and doctors speak he’s manage to relate human words to the vibrations he hears.

How did I come up with this idea? Well, it all goes back to one of our cats. Of course, he was the inspiration for my cat Carthera too. Very useful, Samwell is. I’m his favorite perch, of course, and he likes to hang out on my shoulders. One day I had my head leaned against him while he was asleep, but still purring faintly. It was just enough to keep tickling my ear, but not enough to make me move because I was comfy too. At least, until my husband tried talking to me, and I had to move so I could hear him clearly.
Voila… Inspiration and whole new world is born! 

It can come in many forms, lol. I never know when something might hit me, but I always love running with the ideas and seeing what happens. In this case, it really worked. 


 In the distant future, humans wage war against the alien planet Caeorleia, with no tactic off-limits if it will help the humans get their hands on Caeorleia’s resources. Ask Ryker. He thought he volunteered for a simple experiment that would help his government in the war. He didn't realize sadistic doctors would turn him into the experiment—by injecting him with blood from a captured Caeorleian, Seral Iorflas.

Nor did Ryker realize he’d be sent to sabotage a planet full of the very beings his world is battling, beings who kill humans on sight. But then, thanks to the experiment that irrevocably changed him, he isn’t exactly human any longer—and with each passing day, as his blood bond with Seral strengthens, he’s less and less sure as to whose side he's on.


“Kill me now,” I whimpered, “please just kill me.”
“Oh no, little tziu, I won’t do that.” His face loomed in my vision, and his fingers traced the marks on my skin again. “I will discover everything that is in you, and then we will see just who you are to me. The nelho may have given us a gift that has great worth, one they can’t even begin to imagine.”
I shouted and shoved at him with my arms, trying to squirm out from underneath his lean body. I closed my eyes, hiding the tears that threatened to fall when I couldn’t even move him an inch. He said they were going to see what was in me.
They were going to dissect me like the doctors had done to the other men on the ship, and I couldn’t get away from them!
I moaned in fear. I shook so hard it felt like I was going to fall apart, my arms and legs drumming against the metal floor. My back arched as my heels rapped an offbeat tattoo on the hard surface.
Tziu? Tziu, stop it!”
I couldn’t move the alien male off of me when I’d tried, but he was barely able to stay astride me while my body was beyond my control. I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. I was going into shock.
Maybe the doctor on the ship had been wrong. Maybe his needle full of nano-rich alien blood would kill me.
The pain was indescribable. I could feel muscles all over my body locking and then releasing randomly, each contraction an agonizing spasm of pain. My jaw froze and then fell open, the scream swelling in my throat finally free to emerge.
The sound bounced off the walls, a shrill cry that sent every alien in the shuttle to their knees. The scream went on and on until my lungs burned from lack of air. Seral’s face loomed over me, his black eyes glittering. His mouth was open in a harsh snarl, and I saw a flash of his fangs before my neck muscles tightened and drew my head back. My hands scrabbled at the floor as I choked.
Like a bolt of lightning, a new pain penetrated my consciousness. My exposed neck was locked between the alien’s jaws. Hot and sharp, the fangs slid out, and his full lips sealed over the puncture wounds.

Author Bio:

Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately for readers, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published! Oh yeah, she's a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!

Monday, January 27, 2014

Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes - When Will I See You Again

Today I’ve traveled to Crescent Bay, a seaside town whose biggest claim to fame lies with its supernatural inhabitants. I’ll be interviewing two of the residents today, to get their take on life in Crescent Bay from both sides of the railroad tracks, so to speak.
My first stop is the infamous night club, Charisma. Anyone who knows of the town knows about Charisma, and the man who draws people to it like a magnet. What could be more fitting than I should interview the crown prince himself, Raoul Marchand. This wasn’t easy to do, believe me. I had to pull a few strings to get his agreement to this.  Let’s hope he’s in a good mood and willing to talk.
It’s still fairly early when I arrive. Hopefully, I can avoid most of the crowds. I hear people line up just to get into this place, to witness the phenomenon that is Raoul Marchand. Well, I’m ready to be wowed. There is only a short line, luckily, when I arrive, and when I reach the head of the line and start to pull out my ID, the bouncer waves me in. I’m not sure if I should be glad or insulted.
Another bouncer greets me inside. “Good evening, I’m Paolo. You must be Julie?” I nod. “Raoul is waiting for you. Right this way.” I follow him down a hallway, which opens up into a very bright and shining place indeed.
Flashing colored lights bounce off platinum and chrome surfaces, exuding a certain energy. A large circular bar dominates the room like a command post. It’s covered in mirror tiles streaked with dark blue veins the color of night.
“Right down there.” My guide points to the end of the bar, and I spot him. It’s hard to miss him, even at this distance. He has a most commanding presence.
“Thanks, Paolo.” I give him a smile and proceed. As I approach, the man stands, and I tell myself to please not drool when I’m speaking to him, but I know it won’t be easy. He’s tall, dark, and hunkalicious. His dark hair falls down his back—to his ass, I hazard a hopeful guess—and his eyes glitter with a fierce intensity. He is very well put together, and he doesn’t dress to hide it. He’s a veritable god.
“Thank you for agreeing to this, Mr. Marchand,” I say as I reach out my hand. He takes it for just a moment before returning it to me, gesturing toward a leather and chrome bar stool beside his own.
He shrugs. “My father thought it was a good idea.” Does that mean Raoul doesn’t? I wonder.
“What would you like to drink?” he asks.
I think a moment before ordering an amaretto sour. He relays that to the bartender, and orders himself a marguerita. The bartender seems friendly enough. He quickly brings our drinks then leaves us to our own devices.
“What would you like to know?”
Well, that’s... to the point, isn’t it? Good thing I borrowed Sarah’s voice recorder. Otherwise, I might not remember a thing.
“Mr. Marchand... may I call you Raoul?”
I hear a low growl and I wonder if someone brought a dog into the bar before I realize it’s my host. Then the sound is gone as he replies. “If you wish.”
“So...” I think I’ll skirt the name thing for now. “How long have you been running Charisma?”
“About twenty years.”
“That’s a long time for someone so young. How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Of course I don’t mind. Age doesn’t make a difference. I’m forty.”
“So you started in the business pretty young?”
“My father gave it to me to run, so it was pretty well laid in my lap.” He gives me an enigmatic look as he picks up his glass and drinks.
I think for a moment. “Let’s see, your father is Philippe Marchand, right? So he started Charisma? When was that?”
“About fifty years ago. But it wasn’t a night club, it was a restaurant.”
“Oh, I see. Did he close the restaurant?”
“No, he moved it across town and gave me the night club.”
“That was nice of him. Why did he do that?” I’m thinking maybe a graduation present or something. Must be nice, right?
I think I said something wrong. He gets this look I can’t describe... like he’s just assumed a mask of indifference. He pulls a phone from his pocket, glances at it and then at me.
I think I’m living on borrowed time, so I cast about in my mind for another subject.
“The Marchands are the largest and most well known supernaturals in this part of the country, aren’t they?”
Short and sweet.
“I know that with drugs, lycanthropes don’t have to suffer through the change any more. What a blessing that must be for you and your family.”
“Yes it is.” 
Hmm, not getting anywhere there. Try something else.
“Tell me, Raoul, is there a special someone in your life?” That has to be good, get him to talk about his girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Whichever.
Suddenly he rises, slams his glass onto the bar. “I’m done,” he announces. “Find your own way out.” And before I can respond, he’s flounced off, toward the dance floor. Ooh, I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave.
Wait, he’s picking someone out of the crowd, and all the people around him are going nuts, trying to gain his attention. I watch as he selects a young man and leads him away. Ah, it was fun while it lasted. Guess I’ll get some rest at the hotel and go to my next interview tomorrow.
I’m sure there’s a story there, one he’s not ready to share.
The next day, I’m up bright and early. My next interviewee is meeting me at my hotel on his way to work, and he said he doesn’t have long. I can live with that.
I take the elevator down and make my way to the restaurant, which is sparsely populated. He’s already there, and looking rather chipper for so early in the day. He waves me to the table he’s at, and as I join him a very kindhearted waitress brings a cup and a pot of nectar of the gods. Good, I’ll be able to think.
I add sweetener and cream and smile at the young man. He has thick red hair and bright blue eyes and a very energetic smile. “You must be Alexx Jameson?” I hazard a guess.
“I am. And you’re Julie?”
“Right the first time.”
Okay, down to business, since he doesn’t have very long.
“I’m flattered you called me,” he says, “but I can’t imagine anyone wants to read about me, you know? I’m no one special. Just a guy who works for the Chronicle.”
“Everyone is someone,” I reassure him. “So, what do you do there, Alexx?”
“I’m a go-fer, I guess. I work in the mail room, but I do whatever they need me to do. Like get their morning coffees, which is my next stop.”
“How long have you worked at the Chronicle?” The Crescent Bay Chronicle is the town’s one newspaper, owned by Joseph Levine, head of a family that is second in size and position to the Marchands.
“About two years now.”
“Were you born here?”
“No, I wasn’t. I lived in another state entirely. Chance brought me to Crescent Bay and got me a job at the paper.”
“Chance or fate?” I can’t help but smile. He sips at his coffee and grins back. He seems like a very nice young man, very easygoing.
“So where do you see yourself in a few years?” I ask.
“Hopefully as a reporter at the Chronicle,” he confesses, a faint blush rising up his cheeks, as if he isn’t used to speaking about his dreams.
“What kind of reporter do you have in mind to be? Sports, fashion, general news?”
“Crime,” he admits. “Something there isn’t really a lot of in Crescent Bay. But it would be a start. Who knows what after that?’
“The sky’s the limit. And if it’s meant to be, you know... maybe something is just around the corner for you?”
“I hope so.” He finished the rest of his cup and rises. “I’m sorry to drink and run, but there are people who will be very upset with me if I don’t get their morning coffees and stuff.” He rolls his eyes in a playful way. “Save us from divas.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’ve met a few of those in my time.” I rise and hold out my hand. He takes it. “Nice to meet you, Alexx, thanks for talking to me. I’ll send you a copy of the interview when it comes out.”
“Nice to meet you too, Julie.” He gives me another smile and quickly hurries out of the restaurant. I, on the other hand, am starved, so I sit back down and glance at the menu. Might as well eat while I’m here. Then go home and put these interviews together.
So, there you are. Two different men, two different stories.
Hmmm, wonder if their worlds will ever collide?

Raoul Marchand is the crown prince of Charisma, the infamous night club in Crescent Bay, renowned for its supernatural clientele. He has the pick of any and all men, but he cares for none. He uses them and throws them away again, and has done so for some twenty years, in the aftermath of a tragedy that robbed him of what he loved most in the world.
Alexx Jameson is an idealistic young would-be reporter with the Crescent Bay Chronicle. Presented with an opportunity to write a story on the Marchands, he eagerly grasps the chance to be a real reporter. His friend, Chronicle receptionist Miller Fenwick, suggests they go to Charisma to do a little research. Alexx isn’t sure that’s such a great idea. After all, he’s still under age, being only twenty. No problem, Miller can fix that! Added bonus, there’s a full moon tonight.
When Alexx first encounters Raoul, it isn’t exactly in the way he dreamed of, and he’s sure he made a terrible first impression. But Fate throws them together under unforeseen circumstances, and the attraction between them can’t be denied. Can Raoul let go of the past long enough to find his future with Alexx, or is he doomed to repeat past mistakes?

Alexx drew in his breath in dismay. This wasn’t going well. Even so, he could not stop staring at Raoul. His eyes met the other man’s. Raoul’s were very golden; he wasn’t aware such colors even existed in the spectrum of the human eye. But then again, he didn’t have any friends that were werewolves either. He wondered if this was a sign that perhaps this man was about to change, right here and now?
The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.
Alexx’s vision telescoped until he wasn’t aware of anything but this gorgeous man in front of him. Blood pounded in his ears and his mouth felt suddenly dry. Having lost all sense of the others in the room, he was surprised when he felt his chair yanked out from under him. Before he could fall, a hand grabbed the scruff of his neck, propelling him to his feet. He glanced at his companion; Miller was being subjected to the same surly treatment.
“You waste my time for this?” Raoul’s upper lip curled back in a snarl. Alexx found himself wildly attracted to him. “I have somewhere I need to be. Paolo, please show these gentlemen out.” Sarcastic much? He turned and reached for the door, but it opened before he touched it.
A shaggy blond with hazel eyes and a cheerful countenance stuck his head inside. “Hey Paolo—” He interrupted himself at the sight of the occupants of the room.
Alexx heard Miller’s sigh of relief, even as he too recognized the newcomer. He’d seen him around the Chronicle often enough, although he’d never really spoken to him. Foster Levine, son of the Chronicle’s owner—heir apparent and future newspaper magnate.
Alexx’s relief quickly changed to anxiety. What if Foster knew how old he really was? He couldn’t be sure one way or the other, but for the sake of argument, he had to assume he did. Would he out him to Raoul Marchand and his burly minion? Had they simply jumped from the frying pan to be scorched by the fire?

Author Bio:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She is also an editor at MuseitUp.  

Twitter @Shelley_runyon

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Saturday, January 25, 2014



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Okay, guys, I'll be emailing ya shortly!  Thanks to everyone who entered. There'll be another giveaway coming soon!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Paranormal Month at CMR and a Harvest giveaway

You're kidnapped by a paranormal creature. What kind would you prefer and why?

Most people probably think of vampires and werewolves when they think of paranormal creatures. There’s an air of danger, of mystery, that surrounds them. The proverbial bad boys who stalk the night looking for prey. And the sexual vibe they give off? *shivers* Oh my God, that vibe just demands their victims fall at their feet, lol… and hope for the best. What is it about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy that gets to us, lol?

And of course, with any bad boy, there are those that want to redeem them.

I get that, I totally do. *laugh* But the first question that came out of my mouth was… Do aliens fall in that category? Crystal, bless her, said yes. *grin* Now we’re talkin’. While I’ve written vamps and weres, my first love are aliens. Oh yes, aliens. And not just any aliens. Oh no, these aliens are very special...

For the rest of the interview, and make sure to enter the giveaway too, go to Crystal's Many Reviews.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Did someone say... Birthday???

Yes, my birthday is coming soon. January 25th, as a matter of fact. I'm going to be 44 yrs young. I don't usually make a big deal of my birthday, but after October, I'm *very* glad to be here. Which got me to thinkingand I can hear the smart-ass comments coming from certain folks lolabout what I should do to celebrate. 


Whoot! So... what's going on? A giveaway! Yay! Since my sign has to do with water, I'm going to pick three people and offer them a choice of one of these books:
Wrapped in Leather 
The Harvest:Taken 
   Shadows in the Night

All three have something to do with water, lol. To be entered, just tell me if you enjoy the water. I love the water. *shock* LOL, big surprise there. This contest is going to run from now to the 25th. Please make sure to leave me an email!

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While we wait for the 25th, lol, here are some interesting facts about  Aquarians, January 25th folks in particular lol. Some of this I agree with, and some is so out in left field, lol, it's not funny. ;)

January 25 Birthday Astrology
Despite a pleasing persona, Aquarians born on January 25 are difficult to know. They are cloaked in mystery, always holding something in reserve. Dreamy and introspective, they have magnetism and charm. They have a profound sense of their destiny. Intelligent and gifted, they may feel they are passed over by people who are less talented.

Friends and Lovers
People born on January 25 often become involved in the lives of others. Able to withhold criticism and judgment, they attract many friends. Finding love is a spiritual quest. Commitment is not easy; they tend to idealize love. To make romance work, they need to come down to earth.

Children and Family
It is not uncommon for January 25 natives to feel connected to their childhoods into their adult lives. As parents, they feel it's their duty to foster individualism in youngsters and to fiercely support their kids' creative interests.

January 25 individuals have a tendency toward moodiness when their idealism collides with reality. To restore emotional equilibrium, they need to engage in vigorous regular exercise. They have a low tolerance for any pills. A high-protein, low-fat diet is best for these folks.

Career and Finances
January 25 natives are often unsure of their career path. They have many interests, particularly in artistic or creative fields, yet often lack confidence. They require encouragement to shoot for goals. They have unusual luck with money. They may receive money out of the blue but may occasionally struggle to make ends meet.

Dreams and Goals
January 25 individuals wish to retain their autonomy despite their personal and professional demands. Their air of mystery is a reaction to their need for privacy. They continually shuffle priorities so goals are likely to change. This is due to their need to take life as it comes.

Zodiac Signs and Symbols
Zodiac sign: Aquarius
Ruling planet: Uranus, the visionary
Symbol: The Water Carrier
Birth date ruler: Neptune, the speculator
Tarot card: The Chariot (resilience)
Favorable numbers: 7, 8
Lucky days: Saturday and Monday, especially when these days fall on 7 and 8 of the month
Lucky colors: Bright blue, sea green, mellow mauve
January Birthstone: Garnet

Saturday, January 18, 2014

My Sexy Saturday - Trouble Comes in Threes

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy SaturdayFor this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from a WIP I’m working on called Trouble Comes in Threes. It’s about a guy who was dumped by his boyfriend during Christmas a year ago. Then all the all appliances in this house go out…. at the same time, along with a leaking roof. He’s already strapped for money, thanks to opening his own business, so he can’t replace anything.
Know the saying about troubles comes in threes? Well, number thee is about to show up… times two, lol.
Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit the rest of Blog Hop!

Trouble Comes in Threes
Yeah, the cat was cute, but it had to go. I needed a pet like I needed a hole in the head. I was barely taking care of myself, so how the hell was I supposed to take care of a cat? I’d probably fuck that up too.
“Okay, cat, let’s go.” I pointed at the open door, finger not quivering, voice strong and steady. Cool, check me out. I sounded commanding. Authoritative. I even impressed myself.
The cat looked at me and flicked his tail. Then the damn thing shot out his back leg and started licking it.
The cat didn’t seemed half as impressed as I was with myself. Figures. I couldn’t even intimidate a fucking cat. Color me wuss. I shivered in the cold draft from the open door… Shit, the damn door was still open. Heat was gushing out in heaty-type waves while I tried talking a cat out the damn door. And he wasn’t having any of it, seemed like. I certainly didn’t have this problem with the humans in my life. Like Carson, they couldn’t wait to get out the door. And speaking of the door…
“Here, kitty, kitty.” Again I called to the cat, and again the cat ignored me. Okay, it appeared we were at a standoff. I nodded my head at the open door. The cat licked its balls. Alrighty then. Guess that answered that. Ball licking won over stupid head nod any day of the week. I shut the door.

The cat stopped its grooming—okay, so maybe I was a little jealousand stared at me. “Meee-ow!”

Saturday, January 11, 2014

My Sexy Saturday - Wrapped in Leather

Happy Saturday and welcome to MySexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published. For this week, I thought I’d do something from my latest Dreamspinner release, Wrapped in Leather. Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit the rest of Blog Hop!

To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another guy.

Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.

Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.

Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.

Release date: January 3rd

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Wrapped in Leather
“Tell you what, let’s exchange numbers and I’ll call you… well, hell.” Jase wasn’t letting Toshi go without knowing something. “Why don’t you meet me tomorrow at three? We can work out.”
Toshi fiddled with his keys. “I, ah, yeah. That sounds good. Three it is. Just go easy on me, man. It’s been two weeks, at least, since I worked out.”
Jase zipped his leather jacket, debating how to answer, then threw caution to the wind. Better to see how Toshi would react now than later. “Going easy isn’t in my vocabulary. That’s not who I am. I push—that’s what I do. But I won’t push you any harder than what you… need.”
Toshi’s mouth opened slightly. “Oh. I, ah… I, oh. Three, right? Yes, I’ll be there.”
There was no mistaking the look of lust that flashed in Toshi’s eyes, and Jase felt himself respond. “Give me your phone.” After Jase programmed his number, he handed the cell back to Toshi. “Dress in street clothes and bring whatever you work out in. After we’re done, we can shower there, then grab something to eat or… whatever. And Toshi, I enjoyed tonight. Very much. Call me if you can’t make it.”
Jase put on his helmet and his leather gloves. He noticed the way Toshi eyed the leather he wore—that was promising—before he flipped the visor down. He looked at Toshi—both of them standing there, staring at each other. He made a point of glancing down at the front of Toshi’s pants, to where a nice bulge showed, before walking away.

Just as he started the bike, he saw Toshi hurry to his car. Jase pulled out and passed in front of Toshi’s car. He stopped, one foot on the road to balance himself. Toshi was just sitting there, doing nothing. Jase’s grin was hidden behind the visor. It looked like he had Toshi’s attention. He lifted his hand, making the motion of starting a vehicle. When Toshi’s car started, he nodded and drove off, very satisfied with what he’d seen so far.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Join The Power of Love Bloghop

Looking for a Valentine's Day M/M Bloghop? Then look no more, lol. Julie Lynn Hayes and I have started The Power of Love Bloghop. This is our first blog hop! The object of the hop is to have fun and find new readers. And guys, you don't have to be published. All you need is a blog/website. :) Click the name of the hop (above) and that'll take you to the sigh ups. :) 

So, the few rules lol:

Item #1: We will give you a graphic for the blog hop. The graphic must be put in the CONTEST blog post. Either the code or this link MUST be put in the contest post:
You are responsible for your own contest and picking distribution of your prize. We ask that you please put the graphic in the BLOG POST and not just on your blog page (if you put it on your blog page also, that would be awesome) but it needs to be in both places. We don’t want to confuse or anger the readers, that rather defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? Those who find they can’t or won’t do it will receive an email, and if the situation is not rectified, they will be removed from the blog. Sorry.
Also BOTH the Link and Graphic are mandatory to have to join the hop. So please put them in your post.

Item #2: Please take off captcha, if you have it, for the duration of the hop. Again, it defeats the purpose as it tends to annoy people and some will just give up and leave.

Item #3: Contest/Giveaway Yes, it is mandatory that you have some sort of contest or giveaway. It’s what people want and expect, and since we’re going to the trouble and expense of setting this up, we don’t think it’s unreasonable to make this request. It doesn’t have to be a book, it can be anything, including GC’s, swag, or any fun item you can think of. Be creative! Michelle and I will be giving away candy hearts and crocheted pillows. Have fun with it!
Did we cover everything? Probably not lol. Oh yes, content. What are you supposed to be blogging about? Well, it’s a Valentine’s Day hop about gay love, so what more natural than talking about love in some way? How you do it is up to you. You can write a post about Valentine’s Day, about gay love, about the love between your characters, or any other variation you can think of. 
You can promo your books to your heart’s content. Just don’t forget about the giveaway. And the link you sign up with cannot be a link to your books on Amazon or any other site. That goes against the spirit of the hop.

We appreciate each and every one of you for signing up for our first blog hop. We’re still learning, so please go easy on us lol. Hope you all have a great day! 

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Wrapped in Leather has been released



Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

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~Photo courtesy of Gregory Anton
Many thanks to the model, Ben. J

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To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another guy.

Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.

Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.

Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.

TOSHI PULLED in the parking lot and found a place up front. Yanking the collar of his coat up, he hurried to the front door of the restaurant. Being a Friday evening, the place was already packed. Good thing he’d made a reservation. Just as he reached for the door handle, he heard the low, sexy growl of a motorcycle behind him. Damn, what a sound. Stopping to look, he noticed a well-built man on a Harley hunting for a parking place. He had a blacked-out face-shield helmet and wore a black leather jacket.
Toshi watched as the guy parked and swung a leg off the bike, jeans tightening across what looked like a fine ass. Toshi gulped. Now that was some fantasy material. The guy stood next to the bike—oooh, he was tall too. The helmet, along with the leather jacket, gloves, and boots gave him a mysterious, dangerous look, with a strong side of kinky thrown into the mix.
“Damn,” Toshi muttered, his dick twitching with interest.
The stranger removed his helmet and leather gloves. Nice, short dark-brown hair and a sexy goatee—Toshi swallowed hard. His dick was doing more than twitching. Gods, everything about this guy screamed smoking hot, kinky sex. The leather alone was enough to rev his imagination. Which was unfortunate, since the man he was drooling over was probably straight. But hey, he could dream.
He entered the restaurant before his interest was noticed, just to be safe. Wow, the biker guy really flipped his switches. He was more than a little surprised at how he’d responded—no one had stirred his interest like that since he’d started dating again. Not even Ian had gotten him this hot. Toshi sidelined his thoughts when he was greeted by the hostess.
“Good evening, sir. One for dinner tonight?” Angie, the hostess, flipped her long hair over her shoulder, a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I had a reservation under the name Baylor for eight.” A breeze swirled around Toshi as the biker guy walked inside the restaurant.
“Great! We’re really slammed tonight. Dan will be here in a moment to show you to your table.”
Toshi heard the hostess Angie start her spiel again. She didn’t get far.
“Oh no, oh sir, I’m so sorry! We don’t have a Mr. Taylor listed.”
“Look, I spoke to you, remember? I called and made a reservation at eight tonight for one. It was a little loud in here when I called.”
Toshi shivered and slowed at the deep voice behind him. That sound reached right down to his balls.
“I-I… I’m so sorry, sir. There seems to be a mix-up with the last names of you and the customer who was just here. But we should have a table coming up in about an hour.”
“An hour? You’re kidding, right? You made a mistake, not me, but I have to wait? Jesus, can this day get any worse? Look, I’ll just sit at the bar until something comes available.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but the bar is full. I’m so sorry for the mix-up, but there simply isn’t a table open. And there isn’t any room at the bar right now.”
“I want to speak to the manager.”
“Now would be good.”
Toshi damn near panted at that commanding tone. Without thinking, he turned around and walked back to the scowling man. “Um, sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing. If you’re okay with it, you can share a table with me. I’m by myself anyway.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate that. It’s been a helluva day.” The stranger held out his hand. “Jase Taylor.”